I'm going to start off with a big NOT. I'm finding it more and more difficult to find the time to blog, and I'm really missing writing - whether it's journalism or just fluffy words I write down here, or scribbles in my diary, it seems I'm having too much fun to write. Which I guess isn't a bad thing.

Ok, so now a HOT. This is a geeky/cringey hot. I have been watching countless episodes of Dawson's Creek for about three weeks now, and I have no idea why, but what's even more scary, is that I have no idea how to stop.

Another HOT, stock is coming in thick and fast for the IRONIC FASHION online store. However, Buying/Collecting/Photographing/Writing Up items is a ball ache. An enjoyable ball ache, but still a ball ache. I'm hoping I'll have the store up by mid-July, but we'll just have to see how everything goes.

NOT - The rain in Amsterdam has been hilariously bad. I nearly didn't go out on Saturday night because of it. Last week, I cycled in the rain, and got so soaked I had to cycle back home to get dry clothes to take to work. Takes le piss. But it just makes us appreciate the sun even more.

HOT - Tie-Dye and Ink Print scarves. I posted a couple of pictures of my Indian Silk Scarf which I recovered from a box in my room in Liverpool, and ever since, I've been getting a little obsessed with tie-dye scarves, and I'm not even a major accessories head. I bought two in Waterlooplein Market on Saturday, for 1 Euro each. Can't complain.

HOT - Sportswear Supper Club. Over the past six weeks or so, a group of us have each taken it in turn hosting dinner on a Wednesday night, and we all chip in cooking a delicious dinner and an even more delicious dessert. It's called the Sportswear Supper Club, because we all kinda work in Sportswear; it makes sense, yah?

Another HOT! The Chicago Social Club, in Leidseplein. It's freakin' lovely. Such a good vibe to it; we were there over the weekend, getting down to 90s Hip Hop and some naughty Noughties RnB. It was boss. That was also where we spent Queen's Night, dancing to Wix, at the Clubwork Orange. I really do like it in there - possibly my favourite place to party in Amsterdam.

A Scouse HOT! Africa Oye was this weekend, and I'm insanely jealous I couldn't go to it. The first year I went, I rolled into Sefton Park after a heavy night of dancing in Chibuku, shoelessly I might add, and then danced in the sun to African music while drinking Red Stripe. It's seriously one of the highlights of the past three Summers for me, and I hope whoever went enjoyed it.

It's the Amsterdam Roots Festival this upcoming weekend, and I'm hoping that it is going to have a similar kind of vibe. I've been spreading the word about it, but truth be told, I've no forking clue what it's going to be like. Fingers crossed for beautiful weather, beautiful sounds and beautiful people.

I really am loving life at the moment; there's nothing like cycling along the canals after work, listening to Common or Erykah Badu, or even cycling home in the morning after a night of dancing.

I'm delighted to have the privilege to say that I am currently sitting on my sofa at home in Liverpool.

I came back to England on Thursday to go and visit my little mate Bethany as it was her birthday.

We did a licka bitta shoppin', a licka bicka partyin', and a lotta eatin' soul food and drinkin' rum.

Nah in all seriousness though we went to this restaurant in Camden called Guanabana, who do amazing Caribbean food; I ate jerk chicken, refried beans, peas and rice and it was amazing. I'd seriously recommend the place. You take your own booze-a-looze and just buy "Mocktails" of like non-alcoholic Mojitos and then just bring your own Sailor Jerry's. I'm not a big drinker so two Mojitios was enough for me.

I have funny feelings towards London. In short, it's not the city for me. I'm nobody to criticize somewhere where 7.7 million people have chosen to live, but coming from Amsterdam which only has about 780,000 people in the little village that it is, which takes 15 minutes to get from one end of the Overtoom to Waterlooplein (long tings) it's a big difference with somewhere that takes half an hour to to go three stops on the tube.

Anyway.

I've got Nowhere Boy on while I type this, which I absolutely adore, and get a bit of a tingle when I see places that I know; John Lennon grew up in the same part of Liverpool I'm from, and there's also a clip where John's walking through town, and it shows the street sign for Saint Bride Street, and for any of you who have been reading the blog for a couple of years, it started off as being called Little Saint Bride, named after the street and tying it in with my surname.

Anyway. I have to say, the relationship between John and Julia freakin' freaks me out. I don't know how similar that was to real life; I know it must have been pretty devastating when he had to go and live with Mimi but devastation does not really justify closeness of their kind.

That said, I absolutely steam off Aaron Johnson.

So I got back to Liverpool and I've been spending a lot of time with my little Mum and my Brother, which has been an absolute dream.

I also went to see the Hangover 2 with little Adam Mac, which I thought was boss, but obviously the same storyline as the first, but you're lying to yourself if you didn't like it. The best part is at the end with the credits when they're looking through the photos - Bradley Cooper is always amazing in those.

I'm going to do a little best of the web post in a minute, just thought I better write some words.